At 20 years old, what can you know?
What can you claim to be?
Highways and war, some old drunken who*e
Your future is plain as song to see
Working at Hechinger's, building a deck and you're
Not gonna make it that way
With an idiot plan, that no one understand
Or at least they don't, so you say
"f** this town, f** the music scene
And f** all my friends who don't understand
f** learning and tests of discipline and patience
I want to prove to myself
That I'm a man"
Whiskey and reds, unmade beds
Kerouac, Dylan, and alt-country rock
A small fish in a smaller pond
Is no way to go when opportunity knocks
If man is defined by poverty and wine
Then why would you want that, you fool?
I know you'll regret, but it's what you get
With the decision to drop out of school
And say...